Rhun's I6: Ravenloft - IC Thread

[Nebten]

"Ah, I'm new to the area. We must have the same names for different brews." Donner takes the ale quickly takes a drink as if he's been on a desert for a week. After a long drink, he notices the barkeep looking at him. Sheepishly, the priest digs into his pouch for some coin. Realizing there isn't any there, he then looks in the left and then finally the right side pouch of his haversack to produce a copper piece. He holds it up to his eye like a jeweler holds a unworked gem to inspect it. He then plops it on the bar.
Keep a tab open. Don't plan on going anywhere else for the night.

Donner makes himself comfortable and he and his new companion get settled in for the night.

 

[s@squ@tch]

Delkat

After bathing and changing into some dry clothes, Delkat slips his dagger into his boot then heads downstairs.

As he enters the main area, he goes over to the bar.

"Barkeep -- a word, please."

As he waits for the bartender to come near, he looks over the room.

When the barkeep is attending to him,"I would like to speak with an officer of the town or an officer of the watch -- where might I find such an individual?"

 

[renau1g]

Sarryx snarls for a moment at the barkeep, although he did that whenever he had to give up some of his hoard, small as it was, to a human (well they usually ran these kind of places). Still the thought of a warm bath was enough for him.

 

[kinem]

After his bath, Ryan dries off and puts on his dry clothing. He leaves his armor in the room, but straps on his greatsword, just in case. He unpacks his mandolin to take it downstairs as well. Necessity and Desire - he hasn't told anyone their names, so it's not official, but that's how he thinks of them. He makes sure to wipe any remaining blood off Nessie before sheathing it.

He heads down for dinner, ordering a mug of ale with it. After dinner, he'll ask permission to play some tunes in the tavern.

 

[Queenie]

Kyranvik places 4 pieces of silver on the counter, "A room for me and one for the lady" he says nodding towards Esme.

"Do you have baths here or does some place in town?"

"That's so sweet, thank you Ky." After hearing about the bath in the room she orders water to be brought up immediately.

Once in the room, she peels off her uncomfortable, wet clothes and hangs them around the room to dry. The bath is perfect and warms her outsides and she takes her time enjoying getting clean and warmed up.

After her bath she dresses in a pretty and only somewhat revealing plum gown, glad to be in something other than boring travel clothes. She pulls her long raven hair back with a ribbon and returns downstairs.

"I'll have one of your local ales please," she says to the barkeep while gazing around the room at the crowd. "It's very lively here tonight. Is it always like this or has the rain driven everyone inside?"

 

[Jemal]

Kay'el quietly buys a private room, and excuses himself for a few moments from his companions. Once in his room, he removes his soaked clothes and finds some a tad drier from his pack, inspecting his wound while he's at it. Though not trained in the healers art, he is an adventurer and warrior, and few of those live to his age without learning how to at least dress a wound. Assured that it isn't going to bleed all over his next set of clothes, he redresses in something a bit more befitting 'civilization' (Or at least this small portion of it), and heads back downstairs.

Once back in the main room, the well-groomed and noble elf moves to the bar and gains the attention of the barkeep "My good Man, I do not know if such luxuries are available around here, but if you happen to have access to elven spirits, I would be most appreciative. Otherwise, I'll take my meal with a pint of your finest local brew."

 

[Rhun]

All of the group besides Donner retire to their rooms, the Stormlord deciding instead opening a tab and settling in comfortably at a large table near the fire, waiting for his companions to join him. The cleric mainly drinks and watches the folk in the taproom.

The rest of the group retires to small private chambers...nothing too fancy, but certainly better than a bedroll on the ground. Each room is clean and warm, and contains a comfortable feather bed, a small writing desk and chair, a wardobe and an iron tub. Hot water for your baths are quickly drawn by the chambermaids, and within and hours or so, you all start to filter back into the taproom (except for Ares, who seems to be taking his sweet time).


More to come shortly.


Also: S@s and Nebten...would one of you consider changing your speech color, so I don't get the two clerics, whose names both start with "D", even more confused?

 

[s@squ@tch]

OOC: I had picked yellow to depict the color of the sun, I could consider a switch to orange, if no one else has it.

or possibly this -- lemon chiffon FTW?

 

[Rhun]

"When the barkeep is attending to him,"I would like to speak with an officer of the town or an officer of the watch -- where might I find such an individual?"

The innkeeper points out a group of town watchmen sitting at a table in the back of the taproom. "The broad-shouldered man with the bushy red beard. That's Captain Tonvay."

He heads down for dinner, ordering a mug of ale with it. After dinner, he'll ask permission to play some tunes in the tavern.

"Certainly you can play. MIght even earn yourself a few coppers. Nothin' too rowdy though. Don't want to incite to riot or anything." The innkeep smiles as he says this.

"I'll have one of your local ales please," she says to the barkeep while gazing around the room at the crowd. "It's very lively here tonight. Is it always like this or has the rain driven everyone inside?"

"It is the rain," answers the innkeep. "Nobody like to sit alone at home when you've got such foul weather as this brewing."

Once back in the main room, the well-groomed and noble elf moves to the bar and gains the attention of the barkeep "My good Man, I do not know if such luxuries are available around here, but if you happen to have access to elven spirits, I would be most appreciative. Otherwise, I'll take my meal with a pint of your finest local brew."

"I have a few bottles of Inarian Sweetwine here," says the innkeeper. "Its a particularly lovely drop. A shilling a glass, it is."

 

[Rhun]

OOC: I had picked yellow to depict the color of the sun, I could consider a switch to orange, if no one else has it.

or possibly this -- lemon chiffon FTW?

OOC: My sun god cleric in another game uses orange. So that would work if you are okay with it.